Back from the blog awards in Galway on Saturday. Well, actually got back yesterday afternoon but ended up sleeping for the rest of the day. Once again an epic session organised superbly well by Damien and his regular band of helpers, assistants and whatever you’re having yourself. Roll on IBA2011 I guess?

Back to Inishmore for one. On a cycle around (part of) the island, we came across this dock area for fishing boats. Who can resist fishing nets and piles of worn rope? Not me anyway. Taken back in August. Seems like so much has happened since then. Well, so much has happened since then!

Just about as close as I’m willing to get to the edge to photograph the sheer cliff face on Inishmore island. Some people were far braver, dangling various body parts over the edge. I’d rather not leave it to chance (and a strong gust of wind) to decide if I live or die. Thanks all the same. I’ll save myself from a severely gravitational death and back away to peruse other things in the immediate vicinity that are clearly allRead More

The path back down the hill from Fort Aonghus on Inishmore island. It rained on the way up. Rained the kind of rain that bounces back up off the ground and soaks you twice instead of once. My prediction was that it’d stop within 3 minutes and 30 seconds; I think I was wrong by about 5 seconds. Thankfully, the sun came out and dried everything out within a few minutes. Also thankfully, there was significantly less “I’m not goingRead More

Leaving Inishmore, why would anyone want to do it? Sitting on the grey, coarse sand after cycling (yes, cycling.. I shit you not) to the beach beyond the airport. Could go back and sit on that beach for hours. Unless it was raining. Which it did a lot.